Newport Beach - Xan Griffin, Beau Rich

Woke up on the floor

In the place somehow I feel I don’t belong

Even though I know I’m probably in the wrong

For some reason, I just feel like holding on

Fuck it but it’s wrong

Grab some coffee

Hit the each and take it slow

Barefoot walkin' in the streets, no care at all

Lookin' up at everything

I don’t deserve this, It’s so picture perfect

Is this a dessert or a beach

The water seems so far away from the street

Am I in heaven or a dream

The more I look around

How could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

How could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

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But, how could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

How could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

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So much baggage, I can’t carry it at all

Fake a smile, as the world is movin' close

'Cause I don’t want to be caught up in it all (oh yeah)

Don’t picture the ocean

Just to wash all the night off

Headin' back to the open

Start to think about life more

Close my eyes and it seems

As I meditate and breath

That all my problems

Could be someone else’s dreams

But, how could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

How could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

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But, how could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

How could you be mad in a place like this?

How could you be sad in a place like this?

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